34-37 Degrees South - 2023
This anthology from the South Coast Writers Centre presents fresh country poetry from emerging and award-winning local writers.
This anthology from the South Coast Writers Centre presents fresh country poetry from emerging and award-winning local writers.
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My country<br />
Bríd Morahan<br />
Warm breezes swarm to cross blue mountains where splayed gums reach high, skyward<br />
and where once I showered beneath Wentworth’s falls, bathed in the tea-stained pool below,<br />
rich umber from a long-stood pot—beautiful to me, but foreign<br />
Tufted grasses hug the golden rock shelf where yellow sunshine brights Balmoral’s dusky sand<br />
and where once I plunged beneath the kelpy waters, bathed in salty aquamarine with<br />
fallen leaves from drains—vital to me, but strange<br />
Frosted crystals settle over purple fields where hedgerows plump with finches sing and sway.<br />
I late trekked the pebbled shore at Blackpool’s seaside, bathed—just my toes—in granite-grey water,<br />
shadowed by the oil rig, blanching at the cold—familial to me, but dreadful<br />
The holy scree slope stands as sentry to Clew Bay’s silver strands, the vivid green and blue<br />
when sunshine whispers. I late slipped between the rocks, bathed in island’s lee, and the sparkle of the sea<br />
cleared ages from my skin, my breath was sharp like fortress rocks—special to me, but like any oddity<br />
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